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In the morning glow light so low
the day begins as night shelds her
In the aftermath of the dark past,
I'm to see the light.
drunken days and spinning scenes,
the of weight that God's freedom brings.
genius awakes with hungover snakes
and re-embers the one more.
Tossed bed to floor.

Sometime, somewhere just when you it couldn't get any worse,
it'll hit you unaware and you
it sure as hell ain't get any better.
So tune into the radio and listen to the we say.
gonna get far worse before it gets better.
Tune into the T.V. show, when we appear to show you the way.
So turn heads to the starry skies above,
give sore eyes a sight.
When host of heavenly Angels homeward to the Promised Land.
And the did align in nineteen ninety-nine.
We're getting for the moment to shine.
luck, star-struck.

On the front of the storm we be born,
the red and the blue and the white,
these will take flight.

flight with crippled wings and to sing.

Just a stupid ranch hand in a rock band,
to understand God's masterplan.

When the said "Son! Tell the world before it explodes,
the glory of the Crossroads."
I said "Lord I make you a
I will if you give me a smash hit so I can a 'city on a hill'."
And He said "Son! I if you will."
I said 'My sweet it's a deal."

Waiting to hit with wings,
waiting to hit songs to sing,
to hit the silver screen,
to hit the scene.

So we approach the conclusion when the receives its retribution.
On the eve of our destruction, at the edge looking over.
Waiting to hit the center at such a golden and tender age,
forth out of the miry clay cuttin' all the corners along th way.
Born in a manger covered in after-birth we're her for all worth,
with stars above, star below, upon the earth a star is born.